The Ringmaster's Message
Time: Morning
It has been two weeks since your untimely arrival in this shadowy pit you now call home and after another night of freakishly entertaining festivities, you awake to find a small envelope tucked into your pocket, or your shoe, or taped unceremoniously to your forehead. Inside there is a letter.
Behold! A message from the Ringmaster ( Read more... )
Helena woke up in the middle of the street to many people pandering by her not all surprised to see her there, all of them looking worn and exhausted.
She stood up, the note in her hand. Looking around she couldn't see anyone she recognized but she wished someone would walk by that she knew. Maybe they could explain this...
All she remembered from last night was trying to outrun the shadows. She had only been a few feet from the entrance to the Underground when they got her. After that her mind was as fuzzy as it ever was. This whole mess was starting to bother her. She knew now what was happening at night, but she had no idea what it was she was doing or what she was doing while the shadows had her.
She crumpled the paper immediately, a sick twist on her own innocent life style... it hadn't read one specific job listing, oh no. It had read, "Dearest Helena, you have been assigned the roles of Circus Greeter and Juggler."
Fuming she threw the paper on the ground and started to walk off when she heard a still small and vaguely familiar voice whisper, "Should be ever so delightful..."
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